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I arrived at the Wilderness information center in Port Angeles 930am, about three hours after leaving Seattle. For a summer Saturday, the line for permits was not too bad. Most of the people ahead of me were headed to the Pacific coast beaches, and the rangers were telling them to be prepared to spend the … Continue reading Lake Angeles Redux

Yesterday, (Monday, May 12)the fiftieth day of my trip, halfway home, a trip the purpose of which was to rapidly dislocate myself from the comfort of home, a place I know, to someplace faraway, foreign, unfamiliar, and make my way slowly back, was appropriately spent in four buses and two taxis for twelve hours getting … Continue reading Halfway

There are strange bird sounds made by unfamiliar and unseen birds and the sound of crunching footsteps on the dirt road just the other side of the hedge full of flowers I don't recognize coming through the screened window of my hotel room in Puerto Jimenez. There is air-conditioning but I am leaving it off … Continue reading The strange and the familiar